My cultivation script went astray

Eight prisoner cars were driving on the road.

An old man followed him, and several guards bowed their heads and listened to the scolding.

"A bunch of rubbish, they are at the door, but they still miss people."

Several guards looked ashamed. How could they have expected that someone would rob the execution ground of Pingtian Sect? It was something they had never seen in their eight lifetimes. It was really weird.

And they only sent one person to rob the execution ground?

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was really unwise and unintelligent.

In the seven prisoner cars, the prisoners who were caught and beaten before they ran a few steps were also staring at Chen Lang coldly.

Is this man sick?

"Name." The old man came over and looked at Chen Lang in the prison car and asked indifferently.

"Han Tianxiao."

"Why rob people?"

"Because they are my brothers of Pingtian Sect."

"Very good, very courageous." The old man casually sealed Chen Lang, "Then you can go on the road with them."

"Elder, what is his strength?" asked the captain holding the whip just now.

"Early stage of foundation building."

"With this level of cultivation, you are not even good enough to be a trial material, and you are here to kidnap people." The whip captain shook his head, and then searched Chen Lang's body. Except for a broken iron sword, he didn't find anything.

"Then can I be a trial material?" Chen Lang asked.

"Okay, count you in." The whip captain left. It's rare to see people seeking death these days.

This man's background is a bit strange, but the elders have checked him. He is just an ordinary foundation building cultivator. If he wants to die, then send him there.

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The eight prisoner cars slowly moved, passed the checkpoints, and entered the city.

Inside was a wide road, pointing to a circular building in the distance, which was made of very thick marble pillars. There were many doors under the feet. It looked as small as a mouse hole under the huge shadow, which reminded Chen Lang of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

However, he didn't have much time to look at it. The prisoner car quickly turned left and entered a small alley. There were undried muddy puddles everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

The prisoner car swayed for several miles and finally stopped outside a brick wall. A monk holding a machete appeared and opened the prisoner car.

"We're here."

A cold voice sounded, and the monk slapped the faces of the sleeping prisoners with a knife, waking them up one by one, and chuckled:

"Are you still sleeping? Why sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will sleep forever after death."

"Regain your spirit and prepare for your last battle, so that you can die more decently."

Chen Lang and seven other prisoners were escorted to the prison.

The prison was very high and was built with huge stones. Each stone was seven or eight feet long and wide, and weighed a thousand pounds. Perhaps to prevent them from escaping, there was an old man standing at the door. When Chen Lang entered, he was sealed again, completely blocking his cultivation.

Finally, he was locked in heavy shackles and thrown into the prison.

It was very dark inside and there were no windows. Maybe there is, but it is four or five feet high from the ground, close to the ceiling. The light shines in through the window of several feet square, reflecting the gray and straight traces of mist.

A male monk with messy hair sat at the end of the beam, staring blankly at the corner of the sky with a distracted look.

After getting used to the dimness, Chen Lang's eyes became brighter. He saw many people squatting and lying in the corner of the wall, all wearing anklets, and even a few people had their limbs locked, with iron chains as thick as arms embedded in the cracks of the boulders. They were masters at first glance.

But Chen Lang was too lazy to pay attention. He came to do business.

"Brother, wake up, I want to ask you something."

Chen Lang patted a monk who was sleeping with his head tilted against the wall, but the monk just frowned, muttered a few words, and fell asleep again without opening his eyes.

Snap.

Chen Lang slapped him and scolded him, "Are you from Pingtian Sect? You have no fighting spirit at all."

The monk woke up and was confused, but he looked at Chen Lang hatefully and dragged the iron chain to the corner to sleep.

Fuck.

How can he endure that.

Chen Lang ignored him and walked to the monk who looked up at the window and asked, "Brother, how many sunbeams have you produced after being exposed to the sun for so long?"

The monk just turned his head to look at him and said, "Don't bother me."

"I want to ask you something. I heard that there is a trial of disciples from Qingmu Sect here. What does it have to do with you? I just heard that we are trial materials. Can you tell me what's going on?" Chen Lang asked.

If you want to kill people, you have to find people. He hasn't seen many people along the way.

"Get lost." The monk said coldly.

Chen Lang punched him in the face and grabbed his collar with his other hand. The monk didn't expect Chen Lang to suddenly attack. His face changed and the chain in his hand twisted Chen Lang's neck.

Although Chen Lang's cultivation was locked, his bloody body was still there. He grabbed the chain and broke it directly, and then pressed him against the wall.

The sudden fight attracted the attention of many prisoners, and they all came to see. All the prisoners who came in had their cultivation locked, and there were very few fights.

"Can you tell now?" Chen Lang asked.

The monk still didn't care, his expression was numb, he pulled open his collar, revealing his neck, "Go ahead."

Chen Lang was speechless, do you really think I don't dare to kill people?

It's not a secret, is it so difficult to get some information? Am I not polite enough or what?

"Don't bother, I know."

A voice came from another direction, Chen Lang turned his head and saw a long-haired man with five iron chains tied to his limbs, and the extra one was tied to his neck.

Chen Lang squinted and looked, his perception told him that this person was very strong, but it didn't matter, anyway, his cultivation was locked, and this person's physical strength might not be as good as his.

"Speak."

The long-haired man did not speak directly. He stared at Chen Lang and said, "Tell me about yourself first. I heard that you were caught robbing someone on the way?"

Chen Lang looked at him, and then glanced around. Several monks quickly avoided his gaze. They were the ones in the prison car outside. They originally wanted to come in and beat Chen Lang, but after seeing the battle just now, they decided not to. .

"Yes."

"The Pingtian Sect came to save us?"

"No, I came here on my own." Chen Lang said.

"I knew it." The long-haired man shook his head, "How could they be so kind."

"By the way, where are you from?" the long-haired man asked again.

Chen Lang looked at him like "Master, what do you do for a living?" "Are you forgetful?"

"I asked you which sect you were in before going to Pingtian Sect." The long-haired man was not angry.

"Oh, Tianjian Sect."

"Heavenly Sword Sect."

The long-haired man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were dazed, and he sighed softly.

"Don't be sentimental in a hurry, let's talk about things first." Chen Lang said, why do these people always think of mother-in-law and mother-in-law?

The long-haired man smiled, "You want to ask about the trial here? I've been imprisoned for a long time, and I know everything you want to ask.

But I have a condition. If you agree, I can talk about it. "

"Tell me your terms." Chen Lang wondered whether it would be easier to negotiate terms than to beat him.

The long-haired man looked towards the left corner.

"There is a dagger here, pick it up."

Chen Lang picked up the dagger and wondered, do you want me to kill you? He felt that all the prisoners here were hopeless.

"Help me shave my hair." The long-haired man said.

Chen Lang thought for a while and said, "Okay."

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his hair and cut it off. The monks nearby looked over from time to time and stayed away.

"I was also a disciple of the Tianjian Sect back then, so I should be considered your senior brother." The long-haired man suddenly said.

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